I got my driver’s license today. My G1. I can drive with someone with 4 years experience between 5:00am to 12:00 midnight on all roads but 400 series highways or roads with speed limits of 80km/h or more.

K____ and her friends didn’t eat lunch with us today as I hoped, but that’s no big deal.

I can drive! I have driver’s ed. tomorrow. We will choose what day we will be driving. I hope I get monday because otherwise there’s a chance I’ll have to drive this week and I don’t exactly know how. Oh well. I’m sure I’ll be fine.

I’m going for my G1 license tomorrow. I’m sure I’ll pass it. I’m going to study as soon as I’m done here. It’s all multiple choice so I’ll fly right through it. I hope I have lunch with K____ again tomorrow. That would be very good. The new book is green. A spiral bound. Won’t be hard to see.

I had to pick up J____ E____to take him to the Eclipse with me and S____ tonight. He sounds like he’s 12 or younger on the phone. Anyway, J____ T____ was there when we got there and we went in. It was dark and smokey and we just hung out at the back the whole time. D____’s was the best band. All the others sucked. They were third so we left after that.

I think I was partially high by the time we left. Pretty dull, mostly just me yelling comments to S____ and S____ not hearing them. I left with a headache. S____ M____ was there. She has large breasts. J____ T____ can’t get enough of her. I can. She really annoys me. Her posture is perfect and the way he bra is it looks like her breasts have dimples all over them.

I went to take the tst for my G1 Driver’s license today, but I forgot my birth certificate, so I couldn’t do it and for some reason my mom got really mad at me and started saying things like, to the effect of, okay, nevermind that, here’s what happened. Dad asked, “so when will you start driving?” in reference to driver’s ed. and mom said, “Never”. What the hell?! Sometimes I hate her so much. She also said two more things that came so close to making me say, “shut the fuck up! I’m sick of you doing this! Bitch!” or something like that.

I did tell her to shut up though, dad kinda yelled at my for that, but I think he was actually glad I said it. I think he’s been wanting to tell her to shut up too. I’m going on monday to take the test. Right after school. Mom is so stupid! She knows nothing but extremes. If she’s in a good mood, she’s talkative, light, joking, but just like that she can get made at you and all it takes is one smart ass remark towards her in jest, of if I do I ask her to stop being so mushy or for her to be quiet for a second when something is on TV. She get all mad at me and shut up. All she says is, “no you want me to be uiet. I won’t say anything then.” and she won’t. She’ll be silent, and she’ll stomp around the house and she’ll slam things and she acts completely childish. One of these days I’m going to say something, she’ll do that and I’m going to say, “Brat!” and she’ll say, “what” and I’ll say, “you’re acting like a child! You’re 47 and you’re acting like you’re 4!”

“Brat!” Man! She’d be mad! and if she hit me I’d hit her back! She no better than me when she acts like that! She’s a fucking child.

Fun was had by all. I made my jokes, I showed off my wallet, K____ complimented me on my nerd shirt, said she wants one. She also wants a shirt that says, “You suck” which, apparently, is something she says. I had no idea. She is such a sweet girl, I would never think something like that would come out of her mouth on a regular basis.

On Seinfeld tonight there was a woman on who looks like K____, and the idea was Jerry and Kramer both go ga-ga over her and I am ga-ga over K____, which just goes to show my life is a sitcom.

I helped S____ with his video for Comm. Tech. which meant I got to look at a Play Boy magazine and giggle. and bark. and growl. and snort. and other.

Pinkerton is not the name of the new Weezer CD. It was going to be but it has already been used. I saw the video for Weezer’s new song, “El Scorcho”. Pretty good. Matt Sharp looks about as nerdy as Hulk Hogan. Entirely different look from The Rentals.

The toe-nail I bashed into the floor a couple of month ago. A new one has already been growing beneath it so that’d good.

I saw “The Wrong Trousers” for the second time today. Man! What a great half hour of animated madness. Stop motion, clay-mation, British, Penguin, dog and scientist go on an adventure with a pair of robot pants. I has inspired me. I want to do a stop motion version of Issue One of Toilet Town. Good idea, no? No! Yes of course.